Valiant

by Holly Black

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  Val jammed her foot into the brick and heaved hard, jumping and scrambling to catch the ledge. She heard a high-pitched squeak from below as she grabbed hold of the windowsill. Ruth. For a moment, she just hung on, afraid to move. Then she pulled herself up along the molding and pushed the window. It stuck and for a moment, she was afraid it was locked or painted shut, but she pushed harder and it gave. Climbing inside, past the tangled curtains, Val found herself in Mabry's bedroom. The floor was gleaming marble and the bed was a curving canopy of willow branches, piled with rumpled silks and satins. One side of the bed was clean, but the other was dusted with dirt and brambles.

  Val went out into the hall. There was a series of doors that opened into empty rooms and a staircase of ebonized wood. She walked down it and into the parlor, the squeak of the floorboards and the splash of the fountain the only sounds she heard.

  The parlor was like she remembered, but the furniture seemed differently arranged and one of the doorways appeared larger. Val walked out of the apartment and into the main hallway, careful to brace Mabry's door open. She flipped the lock on the front door and jerked it open. Ruth gaped at her for a moment from the sidewalk, then ran inside.

  "You've gone crazy," Ruth said. "We just broke into some posh building. "

  "It's protected by glamour," Val said. "It has to be. " For the first time, Val considered the two doors she'd assumed went to other apartments. One was set opposite the door to Mabry's, the other at the end of the hall. Given the size of the rooms and the staircase in Mabry's apartment and the size of the building from the outside, it didn't seem possible that the doors led to anywhere at all. Val shook her head to clear it. It didn't matter. What mattered was that she found some evidence to implicate Mabry, something that would prove she poisoned the other fey, prove it not just to Ravus, but to Greyan and anyone else who thought Ravus was behind the deaths.

  "At least it's warm in here," Ruth said, walking into the apartment and turning around on the gleaming marble floor. Her voice echoed in the nearly empty rooms. "If we have to be cat burglars, I'm going to see what's to steal in the fridge. "

  "We're trying to find evidence she's a poisoner. Just a thought before you start putting random things in your mouth. " Ruth shrugged and walked past Val.

  A display cabinet rested in one corner of the sitting room. Val peered through the glass. There was a bit of bark inside, braided with crimson hair; a figurine of a ballerina, her arms on her hips and her shoes red as roses; the broken neck of a bottle; and a faded and browned flower. Val thought she remembered different bizarre treasures from her earlier visit.

  It made Val conscious of how impossible her task was. How would she know evidence, even if she saw it? Ravus might recognize these objects—know their uses and perhaps even part of their history, but she could make nothing of them.

  It was hard to imagine Mabry as sentimental, but she must have been once, before Tamson's death made her hateful.

  "Hey," Ruth said from the next room. "Look at this. "

  Val followed her voice. She was in the music room, beside the lap harp, sitting on an ottoman covered in an odd, pinkish leather. The body of the instrument looked to be gilded wood, carved with acanthus swirls, and each of the strings was a different shade. Most of them were brown or gold or black, but a few were red and one was leaf green.

  Ruth knelt down beside it.

  "Don't—," Val said, but Ruth's fingers brushed a brown string. Immediately a wailing flooded the room.

  "Once I was a lady in waiting to the Queen Nicnevin," a voice full of tears intoned, accent rich and strange. "I was her favorite, her confidante, and I took my pleasure in harrying the others. Nicnevin had a particular toy, a Knight from the Seelie Court that she was overfond of. His tears of hate gave her more pleasure than another's cries of love. I was called before the Queen—she demanded to know if I was intriguing with him. I was not. Then she held up a pair of his gloves and demanded that I look at the embroidery along the cuffs. It was a careful pattern sewn with my own hair. There was more proof—sightings of us together, a note in his hand swearing devotion, none of it true. I fell down, begging Nicnevin, wild with fear. As they led me to my death, I saw one of the other ladies, Mabryn, smiling, her eyes bright as needles, her fingers reaching out to pluck a single strand of hair from my head. Now I must tell my tale forevermore. "

  "Nicnevin?" Ruth asked. "Who is that supposed to be?"

  "I think she's the old Unseelie Queen," Val said. She dragged her fingers across several cords at once. A cacophony of voices rose up, each one telling its bitter tale, each one mentioning Mabry. "They're all hair. The hair of Mabry's victims. "

  "This is some spooky-ass shit," Ruth said.

  "Shhh," Val said. One of the voices sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she'd heard it before. She plucked a golden string.

  "Once I was a courtier in the service of the Queen Silarial," a male voice said. "I lived for sport, for riddles, and dueling and dance. Then I fell in love and all those things ceased to matter. My only joy was in Mabry. I desired a thing only if it delighted her. I basked in her gladness. Then, one lazy afternoon, as we gathered flowers to weave into garlands, I saw that she'd wandered off. I followed and overheard her speaking with a creature from the Unseelie Court. They seemed well acquainted and her voice was soft as she told him the information she had gathered for the Unseelie Queen. I should have been angry, but I was too afraid for her. If Silarial had found out, the consequences would have been terrible. I told Mabry that I would tell no one, but that she must leave directly. She told me she would and wept bitterly over deceiving me. Two days later I was to duel in a tournament with a friend. When I donned my armor, it felt strange, lighter, but I paid it no mind. Mabry told me she'd stitched her own hair into it as a token. When my friend struck, the armor crumbled and the sword cut me right through. I felt the silk of her hair against my face and knew I was betrayed. Now I must tell my tale forevermore. "

  Val sat down hard, staring at the harp. Mabry was a spy for the Unseelie Court. She had killed Tamson herself. Ravus had only been her instrument.

  "Who was that?" Ruth asked. "Did you know him?"

  Val shook her head. "Ravus did, though. He was the one swinging the sword in that story. "

  Ruth bit her lower lip. "This is so complicated. How are we going to figure out anything?"

  "We already figured out something," Val said.

  She stood up and walked into the next room.

  It was the kitchen. There was no stove, however; no refrigerator, only a sink in a long expanse of polished slate. Val opened up one of the cabinets, but it was filled only with empty jars.

  Val thought about Ravus's glamoured form, his golden eyes the flaw in his disguise. There was something disquieting about these perfect rooms, dustless and without even a stray hair or bit of grime, echoing only with footsteps and the splash of water. But if there was a glamour, she had no idea what was beneath it.

  Ruth walked into the room and Val noticed the white powder drizzling from her backpack.

  "What's that?" Val asked.

  "What?" Ruth looked behind her, on the floor, and shouldered off the bag. She laughed. "Looks like I ripped the canvas and popped a hole in our baby. "

  "Shit. This is worse than a bread-crumb trail. Mabry's going to know we were in here. "

  Ruth squatted down and started sweeping the powder together with her hands. Instead of forming a pile, it gusted up in white clouds.

  As Val looked at the flour, she got an idea. "Wait. Hey, I think I might have to commit infanticide. "

  Ruth shrugged and pulled out the sack. "I guess we can always have another one. "

  Val ripped open the paper packaging and started sprinkling flour on the floor. "There has to be something here, something we can't see. "

  Ruth grabbed a handful of white powder and threw it at the door. Val tossed anoth
er fistful. Soon the air was thick with it. Their hair was covered and when they breathed, flour coated their tongues.

  It settled all over the apartment, showing the fish pond as a broken pipe spilling water into buckets and pooling on the floor, revealing the sagging sheetrock of the ceiling, the chipped tiles along the walls and tracks of mouse droppings on the floor.

  "Look. " Ruth walked over to one of the walls, powder making her ghostly. Flour was stuck to most of the wall, but there was a large bare patch.

  Val tossed more powder at the gap, but instead of hitting the wall, it seemed to go through the space.

  "We got it. " Val grinned and lifted her fist. "Wonder twin powers activate!"

  Ruth grinned back, knocking her fist into Val's. "Shape of two fucking lunatics. "

  "Speak for yourself," Val said, and ducked through the gap.

  There, in a shadowed room hung with velvet drapes, was Luis. He lay on a carpet patterned with pomegranates and was wrapped in a woolen blanket, but despite that, he was shivering. There was blood on his scalp and several of his braids had been cut off.

  At first Val just gaped at him. "Luis?" she finally managed.

  He looked up, squinting, as though against a bright light. "Val?" He scrambled to a sitting position. "Where's Dave? Is he all right?"

  "I don't know," she said absently. Her mind was racing. "What are you doing here?"

  "Can't you see that I'm chained to the floor?" Luis said. He turned his wrists and she saw that his own braids were wrapped around them, pulled taut.

  "The floor?" Val repeated stupidly. "But what about the carpet?"

  Luis laughed. "I suppose this place looks beautiful to you. "

  Val looked at the low couches, the bookshelves overflowing with cloth-covered fairy stories, the faded grandeur of the carpet and painted molding on the walls. "It's one of the most gorgeous rooms I've ever been in. "

  "The plaster walls are cracked and there's a leak in the ceiling that pretty much means that whole corner is black with mold. There's no furniture here, either, and certainly no rug—just floorboards with some old nails sticking up out of them. "

  Val looked around at the soft light coming from a pewter lamp with a fringed shade. "Then what is it that I'm seeing?"

  "Glamour, what else?"

  Ruth ducked her head into the room. "What's goi—Luis?"

  "Hold on. How can we be sure it's really you, Luis?" Val asked.

  "Who else would I be?"

  Ruth came most of the way in, her foot still in the glamoured opening, as though she thought it might close at any moment without a wedge. "We just left you in the park and you were sleeping. "

  Luis let his head fall back. "Yeah, well, the last time I saw Ruth, I was with Lolli and Dave in the park. We'd picked out a place to sleep near the weather castle. Lolli was leaned up against me, dozing off when Dave just got up and walked off. I knew he was upset. Shit, I was freaking out, too. I thought maybe he wanted to be alone.

  "But then he didn't come back and I didn't know what to think. I went out looking. I saw him walking back through the Ramble. He wasn't alone, either. At first I thought it was some guy—I don't know, hitting on him—but then I saw the guy had feathers instead of hair. I started toward them and that's when tiny fingers covered my mouth and my good eye, grabbed hold of my arms and my legs. I could hear them snickering as they lifted me up into the air and my brother saying, 'Don't worry. It's just for a little while. ' I didn't know what to think. I sure didn't think I'd wind up here. "

  "Did you see Mabry?" Val asked. "Did she say anything to you?"

  "Not much. She was distracted by something that was going down. Someone visited her and she was pissed about it. "

  "There's something we have to tell you," Val said.

  Luis went quiet, his mouth pressed into a thin line. "What?" he asked, and his voice was so quiet that it made Val's heart ache.

  "It was Dave that we thought was missing. He's gone. Someone's pretending to be you. "

  "So you came here looking for Dave?"

  "We came here looking for evidence. I think Mabry's behind all the faerie deaths. "

  Luis scowled. "Wait, so where's my brother? Is he in trouble?"

  Val shook her head. "I don't think so. Whatever's pretending to be you seems to be spending all its time screwing Lolli. I don't think that's exactly on the supernatural agenda, but it's definitely on Dave's. "

  Luis winced, but he said nothing.

  "We should hurry," Ruth said, patting Val's head, her fingers threading through the stubble. "Just because this bitch can't tie you up with your own hair doesn't mean we should hang around. "

  "Right. " Val leaned over Luis, looking at the braids that bound him to the floor. She tried to snap them or pull them loose, but they were as hard as if they were made of steel.

  "Mabry cut them with scissors," Luis said. "She fucking scalped me, too. "

  "Do you think scissors would cut the braids?" Ruth asked.

  Val nodded. "She has to have a way to cut through her own spells. Where do you think they would be?"

  "I don't know," Luis said. "They might not even look like scissors. "

  Val stood up and walked out into the parlor, stopping at the fountain where the flour had dissolved, then walked over to the display cabinet.

  "Do you see anything?" Val called.